Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
when darkness falls upon my death
this heart is reaped
head laid to rest
do not weep
nor steep regret
you mustn't grieve a hollow chest

the calling of a soul to shed
all mortal sheaths
and specious breath
divinely deemed
a doom beset
by shadows of a hollow chest

as darkness breathes within our breast
our spirit clings
to walls of death
envisioning
a light bereft
imprisoned by a hollow chest

there's a certain song that's wept
within the halls
of sacrament
grief begone
and faith beget
freedom from a hollow chest
Jason Cole
Written by
Jason Cole  49/M/Guntersville, AL
(49/M/Guntersville, AL)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems